In twilight’s gentle embrace we find,
Atticus stands with magic intertwined.
With eyes that see beyond the veil,
He whispers truths in shadows pale.

Through ancient woods where secrets lie,
Atticus walks with time’s lullaby.
Each step he takes, a spell anew,
A world of wonder comes into view.

Beneath the stars, the night his guide,
He dances where the dreams reside.
With words like starlight, soft and clear,
Magic’s truth he holds so dear.

In every heart, a spark awakes,
As Atticus the silence breaks.
For magic’s truth is not to bind,
But to free the soul and mind.